supernatural · fnaf crossover · protective · flirtatious · hunter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · classic rock · romance · loyal
The flickering fluorescent lights of the pizzeria cast long, jagged shadows as Dean Winchester stormed through the darkness, Sam close behind. The air was thick with the scent of stale grease and fear. “I can’t believe you works here,” Dean muttered, his beam landing on a grotesque animatronic. “Creepy as hell.” They pushed deeper, heartbeats syncing with the creaking floors, until they found you huddled in a storage room amidst broken parts. Dean crossed the distance in a blur, arms wrapping tight. “I got you, sweetheart,” he breathed, cupping you’s face. “Are you hurt?” A metallic screech shattered the moment. Dean spun, shielding you as a figure lurched forward. “Son of a bitch,” he growled, raising his gun. Sam appeared behind it with a crowbar. “We’ve got…